Within the Primordial River.
Chen Xun's endless Dao Patterns soared into the sky, the dharma patterns between his brows flashing with extraordinary intensity.
In the Taiyi Great World, the Five-Elements Mark on Tea Mountain had awakened. Someone had made a move against Yao Yue's tomb, and even the Five-Elements Mark could not resolve this trouble. It seemed Immortals had come... and they were headed there.
Rumble!
Primordial waves surged wildly, continuously shattering Chen Xun's Dao Patterns that rose skyward, as though they wished to suppress this tiny living being here.
Yet Chen Xun's calm expression revealed a hint of madness. Completely disregarding the rupture of his Dao Patterns and the damage to his Immortal Body, this time, he would personally descend upon the Three Thousand Great Worlds with his true body.
His figure continued diving through the Primordial River. Ethereal scenes like rivers of stars flowed past his eyes, his speed reaching its utmost limit, having long since surpassed the boundaries of time and space.
Chen Xun's gaze was resolute, though a trace of absent-mindedness flickered through it...
He had been an utterly ordinary little old man who loved sitting in a rocking chair before his shop, basking in the sun. He was always smiling, and he had given Chen Xun and Old Bull their first meal in the city, their first home.
Later, he fell ill and passed away, buried on a Barren Mountain outside the city.
Back then, they had proclaimed themselves invincible in the Cultivation World. No one had dared touch that mountain, so they had left without concern, wishing to roam freely through the world and return there to rest whenever they grew tired.
In the end.
That city vanished. The Barren Mountain vanished too. Their home was gone.
Yet they had not even been qualified